(Intro) We gon get to it By any means Lil boy like
(Hook) I be on some fly nigga shit I step out Fuck yall talkin bout I be on some rich nigga when I step out Fuck what yall bout Fuck what yall talkin Fuck what yall talkin Fuck yall talkin bout I be on fly rich nigga shit steppin out I be on that fly nigga shit steppin out Fuck yall talkin bout
(Verse) mill for the car, quarter mill on the ah Black double R, the fuck off ah Drop here, cut yo off, Hard top no Wet pussy turn me on, keep me hard King shit, Versace towels, I ain't off Marble floors, you dusty niggas couldn't on Jesus walked on waters so I'mma walk on Private jets but gets, homey fuck with All this half of mill, first of august I ain't even doin shows, I'm just workin on the 40 the fisha, I paid my mama's Visa You in the club, weaving neck to neck, you niggas She give me Butthead, brain like a genius I got that dope shit, that 80's Alpinas Beemer, my son gon inherit this flow You niggas gumball drops on the bottom of my
(Hook) I be on some fly nigga shit I step out what yall talkin bout I be on some rich nigga when I step out Fuck what yall bout Fuck what talkin bout Fuck what talkin bout Fuck what talkin bout I be on some fly nigga shit steppin out I be on that fly rich nigga shit out Fuck what talkin bout
(Verse) Young nigga, we Rich Came up that rich game Picture me down Viscay double R with yo bitch mane With top off and that drop hit Pull up on em, they dead Niggas that bird shit When them came they was knocked dead And I was out there with that the 15 to the first My meanin they murk We have them clips squeezed dirt When it come to them nigga why bother? These niggas don't no problems 'Cause I kill all yall dead, put a on yo head Get yo brain out it woo I be on that fly shit, M O B, that mob Born talkin, deep fire 15 racks for raw shit That ain't yall, my bitch You clocked out, I in We young niggas, we We shinin like
(Hook) I be on some fly nigga shit I step out Fuck yall talkin bout I be on rich nigga shit when I step out Fuck what yall bout Fuck what yall talkin Fuck what yall bout Fuck yall talkin bout I be on some fly rich shit steppin out I be on that fly rich shit steppin out Fuck yall talkin bout
(Verse) Nigga pop 5 bands like me 10 mo I'm in the club, got some weed to these bitches like hit shit Yo ass outside I talk bout get me in Should've known I was a fool when I moved, when I pulled up in Bentley ya I was a gangsta and something like a pimp Don't say I Million dollar Got a lot of dough, brand new VIP for niggas me Which a motherfucker would touch that Rappers, hustlers, dealers, Thug, goons, bees, Money, cars, jewels, Jet, cribs, condo Say then up, goddamn right And you been flyin since way when right! I am YMCM We play that Runnin up the trade like a man know that him Tryna shine when come around stars like us, they do the dance Ain't got yo game tight, ain't got yo up Same old The last 2 live you think sharp in go to the gym They lovin my clique, we up in this So sorry that yo suck on my dick Throwin in the air like I'm sick of this shit
(Hook) I be on fly nigga shit when I step out what yall talkin bout I be on some nigga shit when I step out Fuck what talkin bout what yall talkin bout Fuck what talkin bout Fuck what yall bout I be on some fly rich nigga shit out I be on fly rich nigga shit steppin out Fuck what yall bout